I am a Big Player-Chapter 51 - The Impatient Dreamless Zhou Wumeng_1
Chapter 51: 51, The Impatient Dreamless Zhou Wumeng_1
Chapter 51: 51, The Impatient Dreamless Zhou Wumeng_1
In the evening, Ren He was curious why Yang En still hadn’t come up to call them for dinner, so he asked Yang Xi, “Is your dad really busy lately?”
“Yeah, he’s collaborating with a hospital and following some national leaders to 16 countries for medical exchanges. Right now, it’s the preparation period, and he’ll leave before our final exams,” Yang Xi shared everything she knew.
Ren He frowned. Why would a former diplomat be involved in such a bizarre medical exchange? Chances are, the exchange was ostensibly for medical purposes, but in reality…
It seemed that Yang Xi’s dad really was no simple man, daring to take on such a task.
Regaining his composure, he asked, “Isn’t he taking you with him this time?”
“No,” Yang Xi shook her head, “I’ll stay in Luo City by myself during the winter break.”
It looked like Yang En knew the risks of this trip were relatively high, so he couldn’t take his daughter with him. Before, as a diplomat stationed abroad, it was normal for the children to go with him, but this time it was different.
As for the mission Yang En had taken on, only two words came to Ren He’s mind: spy. It seemed that the reason for his resignation was not so straightforward.
In the process of the country’s rapid development, such matters were essential. As a Chinese, Ren He sincerely wished that every compatriot who went out could return safely.
But now that Yang En was going to be away, he felt it was his duty to take care of Yang Xi, a task Ren He thought about with glee. After all, having the father-in-law around was a bit restraining…
If Yang Xi knew what Ren He was thinking, she’d probably curse him again for being shameless, calling him “father-in-law” no less.
Somehow, Ren He had a premonition that he might also be involved in things like Yang En was dealing with someday.
Whatever, he’d deal with that when the time came.
The next morning, Ren He went for a run at school. He wanted to see if he could also complete the task he had accepted the day before for writing “Go to Dali.”
In his previous life, a 1000-meter run in 4 minutes would have been quite an achievement for Ren He. But now, thinking about the 2 minute and 30-second target, he felt exhilarated.
He suddenly remembered the incident from yesterday when Liu Yinghai spat in Li Luobo’s face. He didn’t know how it would be resolved in the end—Li Luobo roared about expelling him, but Liu Yinghai’s family background wasn’t so simple that Li Luobo could just expel him if he wanted to.
Ren He checked the time—it was 7:30. The inner lane of the track was 250 meters long, meaning that exactly 4 laps would complete 1000 meters.
Normally, high school students needed to start off slow when running 1000 meters and sprint at the end. Some would start sprinting with 200 meters to go, others at 150 meters, as their stamina was quite limited.
However, Ren He was different. His time limit simply didn’t allow for phased pacing; he had to run fast from start to finish!
Begin! Ren He sprinted like the wind, just as the sunrise broke over the horizon. They say the plan of a day lies in the morning, and Ren He began to appreciate being able to travel back in time, grateful for the second chance to choose his life!
This time, he was determined to live a life full of splendor!
As he sprinted the final 200 meters, Ren He’s speed surged as if the sun in the sky broke through the clouds, its fiery light spreading instantly across the horizon, like a life in full bloom!
2 minutes and 27 seconds—task completed!
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Ren He gasped for breath, feeling a bit tired from the sprint even with his enhanced speed, but it was exhilarating!
“Host has completed the task, reward: Basic Combat Skills.”
Huh, Ren He was taken aback for a moment. The reward was quite a leap this time. Why grant him this thing? He hadn’t planned on fighting anyone. A flood of memories merged into Ren He’s brain: It was a set of natural attack combos that would come to him spontaneously during a fight, now ingrained in his brain as instinctive responses.
Ren He discovered that these attack combos primarily targeted areas like the eyes, nose, jaw, throat, elbows, wrists, chest, abdomen, knees, waist, neck, and the back of the head, with the abdominal region being hit the most…
Such vicious and sinister moves, Ren He was puzzled. Why did it feel like most of these combat techniques were aimed at, well, cracking nuts? But he thought about it and could kind of understand—after all, the nuts were a man’s weakest point. In a life-and-death struggle, where else would you hit if not the most vulnerable spot?
In the past, he had heard an old wushu master mention that during the most murderous ages of wushu, targeting the nuts was a principal method of subduing an enemy. Striking anywhere less vital was as good as not striking at all…
It made so much sense…
But this was just Basic Combat Skills, allowing Ren He to bypass practice and directly have muscle memory. The Divine Punishment System was truly awesome. What would the specialized and master-level combat skills be like then?
Didn’t most boys dream during their youth of possessing absolute strength, to be heroic and cool?
Ren He’s phone suddenly rang, and when he saw it was Zhou Wumeng, he chuckled, “Elder Zhou, why are you calling me so early?”
“Hmm… I’m just asking, how much have you written for Kunlun?” Zhou Wumeng’s voice sounded a bit weary.
“Just the bits you have with you,” Ren He said cheerily.
Zhou Wumeng’s tone suddenly rose, “That’s it?!”
“Yep, that should be enough for the first submission,” Ren He said matter-of-factly.
“You hurry up and finish writing the rest, you hear me?” Zhou Wumeng’s voice seemed a bit displeased.
Ren He laughed, “Cough, Elder Zhou, what time did you go to bed last night, or should I say, did you stay up all night to read Kunlun?”
“Buzz off. I’m giving you 2 days to send another 20,000 words over, or else I’m going to Luo City to watch you write,” Zhou Wumeng grumbled and hung up after giving his instructions. He massaged his temples and sat on the office sofa. How long had it been since he last pulled an all-nighter?
Just last night, when he was about to leave the office around ten, he recalled Ren He saying he had sent Kunlun to his inbox. Curious about Ren He’s so-called martial arts novel that could save the sales, he decided to check how smug the kid could be.
And once he started reading, he couldn’t stop until the morning. After the first read, it was only dawn, but feeling somewhat unsatisfied, he called Ren He in the middle of the night to urge for more. But the youngster had his phone off, which had really annoyed him!
So, he read it a second time until 7:30 AM when he called Ren He again. To be honest, Zhou Wumeng understood why Ren He was so confident about being able to save the sales of martial arts novels.
In fact, saving the sales meant rescuing martial arts novels.
The current martial arts novels were all just fist-to-meat, with basic martial arts moves filling the pages. Some would devote an entire chapter to sound effects of fighting, which would take up a quarter of it. Compared to what Ren He wrote in Kunlun, what were those other works? They were just comic strips!
No, he needed to sleep first. After waking up, he’d ask that kid how much more he had written and urge him to send it over for reading.
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Thanks to the student Lulu Love for the 3,500-coin reward, to Yi Xiao Xie student for the 10,000-coin reward, and to Li Luan 95710, I Bought a Watch Last Year, In Love with Fire Hitachi, Book Friend 1611111, and to the students of Tian Jian Up for their rewards. There are familiar faces from the Catastrophe Era and new faces from Big Player. I’m happy and very grateful.
